Within the library, Longwang faced a great black fire with a grave expression.
"An army of Seraphs?" Asked Longwang slowly.
"Yes, they should arrive any moment now," came Hakai's voice from the fire. "They were blocking communication whilst they broke through the barrier, I could not inform you sooner."
Longwang sighed heavily as he turned from the fire and moved towards the exit. He extended his arm forward and a flaming arrow head shaped spear made from dragon skin appeared in it.
"Do you truly believe that Kioku and Mora can turn the tides of this war?" Asked Longwang.
"I don't make wrong decisions," said Hakai. Longwang paused at the door and chuckled.
"Remember the Arcane War?"
"This isn't the time to open old wounds" said Hakai jokingly. Longwang opened the great oak doors and prepared to leave but stopped when Hakai spoke again.
"What will you do?" Asked Hakai, "The enemy will not hold back."
"What is the scariest thing you can think of?"
The flames were silent for a while and shivered weakly as Hakai spoke in a small voice.
"Your Father."
Longwang frowned at Hakai's words and took a deep breath before speaking again.
"I'll admit, he's definitely a close second to what I meant but its not him."
"What is it then?" Asked Hakai as Longwang stepped into the hallway, the oak doors slowly closing behind him.
"A cornered beast."
The large library doors shut loudly leaving the dwindling black flames.
"True, but when it comes to it, even Chaos fears the Minister."
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Kioku straightened his posture as Longwang approached him and Mora. They had waited for Longwang at the gates of the palace, the sun had become obscured by dark clouds giving the usual bright land a dark gloomy look.
"Good morning master," said both Kioku and Mora. Longwang nodded in response and walked passed them, the large gates opened automatically as the three walked out.
They walked in silence for a while something Kioku found strange. 'Master is awfully quiet," thought Kioku, 'He usually gives lectures when we're out strolling, I wonder what Mora thinks of this.'
Kioku turned to Mora expecting him to be deep in thought as well and was shocked to see him smiling. Mora was grinning from ear to ear and throwing fists to the air with one hand and clutching the hilt of his sword with the other.
'Of course he's excited about all this,' Kioku shook his head slowly as he stared at Mora who later noticed Kioku's look and gave him a thumbs up. Kioku let out a small sigh and turned his eyes forward with clenched fists.
'I can't be afraid, it will be disgraceful to not at least try,' Kioku took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. 'The training I went through wasn't for nothing I will survive.'
Kioku turned to Longwang with a worried expression on his face. The way he had been walking since they had left, a straight back and eyes focused intently forward. As Kioku stared at his master's figure he could not help but feel he looked like a man prepared to face death.
Longwang stopped abruptly, startling both Kioku and Mora. "I helped you train your bodies for nine years and you developed your Arch techniques on your own," began Longwang, thunder rang from the clouds above.
"But it isn't enough, in the war we are fighting nothing is ever enough. My job was to prepare your bodies for the harsh environment that you will soon experience, the enemies we face are one of the strongest forces in existance," Longwang turned his head back slightly to stare at them with a narrowed eye as the sound of thunder became louder and more consistent.
"Can you say you are prepared to face them with your current strenght?"
"Yes master!" shouted Mora, Kioku merely nodded his head. Longwang turned forward and looked up at the clouds, the clouds were moving an odd way.
"Do you know who you're up againist?"
Kioku's heart fell when he realised what was happening. He slowly raised his head and swallowed hard, trickles of sweat fell from his face.
"Yeah," said Kioku, the sound of a loud horn rang through the air.
"The Heavens."
Thousands of white armoured soldiers with wings emerged from the parting clouds, all wielding long spears and glowing with white light. Their heads were hidden under helmets save for one who was at the front of the charge, he was atleast three metres tall with and looked to be around his early thirties with short smooth black hair, he face was smooth and seemed to glow along with his golden eyes.
"Dragon god Longwang!" Shouted the man in a booming voice, Longwang raised his head and faced him with a smile worthy of a demon.
"Geron, the Heavenly Society must view me quite highly for them to send over one of their seven generals," said Longwang mockingly.
"I am beyond honoured."
"You are guilty of treason againist Order," said Geron coldly. Longwang scratched his head as feigning confusion.
"And who in hell ever said I supported that witch, pardon me, I mean our dearest grandmother."
Geron pointed at Longwang signalling his forces to charge and spoke in a voice as cold as ice.
"Kill him."
Longwang's spear erupted in golden flames, his eyes glowed gold as the slits narrowed. "Let's go you brats, if you die I'll kill you!"
"Yes sir! Shouted Mora at the top of his Lungs. Longwang and Mora flew forward to meet the charging army leaving Kioku, who remained standing alone.
"Damn," said Kioku as he dashed forward, a small group of Seraphs approached him. "Must be nice to be able to fly."
The soldiers shot beams of light towards Kioku who stopped running and raised his hand.
"Careful."
A wall of darkness formed in front of Kioku shielding him from the attacks, Kioku disappeared and reappeared infront of the soldiers who had no time to react as their heads were sliced cleanly off.
"Before darkness, everything is devoured."
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Mora stared at the hundred Seraphs facing him and grinned. He made a horizontal slashing motion through the air, the Seraphs screamed as they were cut in half from the mid section. Mora's face was menacing as he stared at the life less bodies falling to the ground beneath him.
"Looks like heaven has trash fighting their wars for them," said Mora. He was upset that most of the enemies went for Longwang and not him, he had longed for battle since childhood.
"Did you refer to me as trash?"
Mora turned around to find a fairly tall Seraph with a long white lance in his hand facing him. Mora grinned, the power emanating from the Seraph was incredible, the one in front of him was definitely far more powerful than the rest. Mora bowed to them Seraph who was taken aback by the gesture.
"Sorry," said Mora.
Mora raised his head slowly, he had a small smile on his face and his eyes were cold, his voice had clear killing intent as he spoke.
"I didn't realise they used ants too."